窗口的大树,叶窸窣着变黄,又到秋天了。弥漫在城市上空经久不散的烟霾尤使我思念家乡的雨。都说一场秋雨一场寒,但我宁愿把眼前这一片温暖的迷蒙,折换两三点寒冷的秋雨了。站在高远的天空下,我想回家,听雨去。一北国的故乡不是江南水乡,也便没有雨季的痴缠绵长,更别妄想找到一个撑着油纸伞的丁香姑娘。这里没有江南常见的白的墙青的瓦,没有凹凸错落的青石板,没有忧伤的琵琶女在 The window of the tree, leaf 窸 窣 with yellow, to autumn. The long-lasting smoke and haze over the city made me miss my hometown rain. Say a cold autumn, but I would rather see this one warm mist, redeem two or three cold autumn. Standing under the lofty sky, I want to go home and listen to the rain. The hometown of a northern country is not a water town in the south, there is no rainy season, long, never mind to find a lilac girl holding oil paper umbrella. There is no common white wall of green tile, there is no uneven patchwork of blue stone, there is no sad pipa girl